Legolas's POV
I ran down the gangplank, holding my bow. Gandalf grabbed my arm and dragged me back, while I protested, saying I wanted to see this "strange new world."
Gandalf drew the entire group of passengers and crew in to tell us some vital information about this world that was so very different from our home, Middle-Earth.
"Now listen, fellows," Gandalf started. "America, where we have just arrived, is very different from Middle-Earth."
"Yes, Gandalf," Gimli groaned. "We KNOW."
"Now listen, Gimli." Gandalf said patiently. "America has books about you."
The passengers and crew burst into chaos.
"Books?!"
"They know who we are?!"
"How?!"
"Now, now." Gandalf motioned for us to settle down. "They were written by a man named Tolkien, who knew much about Middle-Earth. You can disguise yourselves, however, by wearing these." He held out a bundle of "modern clothes" to us.
*Two hours later*
Legolas's POV
I ran along the road, happy to be on solid ground again. I was looking to a long, one story building, when I hit something tall and hard and went flying.
"Ouch! Hey, watch it!" A girl said, sounding annoyed.
"I am very sorry," I said, picking up a book that contained lots of messy handwriting.
"Gimme that!" She said, closing the book on my fingers, and yanking it out of my outstretched hand.
Suddenly, she looked up at me and stared. "You're... You're Legolas!"
"Um... Yes. I assume you've read the Tolkien books?"
"Read them?! I'm obsessed with them! I've read every book at LEAST seven times, and seen the movies at least five times, and... I'm rambling, aren't I." There was a long, awkward silence, but then I said...
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The Road Less Traveled
Fiksi PenggemarWhen Legolas and Gimli left Middle-Earth, we didn't know where they vanished to. But when a "really tall, hot elf dude" and a "short, tubby red beard short dude" arrive in the modern day, small town of Conway, Arkansas, Hennethien knows exactly who...
